[Intro]
Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
B-Boss Bitch
Boss Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch
And you a broke ass Bitch

[Verse]
Boss Bitch, to broke niggas I’m acting funny
Get the fuck up from me if yeen tryna spend no money
Broke niggas can’t flex, or get a crum from me
Blue hundred dollar bills keep a check on me
I’m just flexing on my ex and you next homie
I been shitting on bitches since I fucking started
And it’s smoke up in the air like a bitch farted
Big 40 on me incase a bitch get retarteded
Ion think she want the smoke better call Molly
Big horses on me like ion do the drama
Bitches still tryna figure me out
They want the lifestyle
Want me to stop right now
But I done made a million dollars before I ever hit the top
New album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best believe it ain’t for free though
Yea and you a broke ass bitch
Taking pictures with that shit
But we know who it is
And you get treated like a kid like the bitch that you is
Lil crib that you in
Big shit that you miss
Ian spitting no diss
I’m just spitting them facts, know these hoes is wack
No clap back you mad
I got more ass than Kash
Then ya mom and ya dad
Bitch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass bitch)
Bitch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on shit)
Low class you trash
(and I be shitting on bitches)
All my bitches is bad, yours going out sad
Bitch get in ya bag
(and you a broke ass bitch)
Bitch step up ya cash
(and you ain’t on shit)
Low class you trash
(and I be shitting on niggas)
All my bitches is bad, yours going out sad
Bitch get in ya bag

[Verse 1: KSI]
I got these kids walking out of school
Oh no, here we go
Avacado on a roll
Dick so big
Check my jig
Cut these girls
On my paul
Walking with the swagger
With the moves like jagger
Got these cheecks
On the stagger
As I roll With Matt Dagger

[Verse 2: Randolph]
My dicks so long
I can use it as a metronome
Last week I was involved in a water fight
No need for a pisytol I just wrap my arm around my pipe
And take a piss
But this is black and white
We got the biggest dicks in history
My dad sued the doctor on the day that I was born
The bitch got my dick thinking it was my umbilical cord
This si big dick music and no, we dont stop

[Verse 1]
I came for the dough, you came for the hoes
We ain’t on the same thing
You got side bitches attracted to bus times
You got [?] noticing plane [?]
She paid me for all the gang that I gave her
That’s simple and plain
Mama, I put you on like some [?]
I can put you on, carve you out a lane
A avenue to go get paid
Big lights on the centre stage
Got a duffle bag full of paper
Cross the bag sea like a 12 gauge
Now I lay it down, lay it down whenever the G’s around
I set them a pile that’s on the ground
Then I step off into the town

[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

[Verse 2]
My niggas, they my niggas
Stayed my brothers, never turned my back on ’em
King shit, yeah, Machiavelli
Sure to the sure, no black on ’em
Got a hood bitch who head so good
I can’t front, I had to double back on her
Dope boy, a real dope boy
You see [?], I spit crack on it
Puff that, pass that
Even though the doctor say it’s bad for me
Mama said I’m hard headed
Had to take a chance for that cash money
Crashed on me, knocked me
Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece
Smoke ash, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules
Trapstar gone getting on a mission
Motherfucker waiting for it
No fronts, pay up front, cold world
Nana say she praying for me
Wrist game, sick man, whip game, make that bounce
I’m rich, bitch, Rick James
For the pain smoke me a ounce

[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

[Verse 3]
On a creek, keep quiet
Real niggas move in silence
All my niggas out here wilin’
We in the streets steady mobbin’
Super villain, I’m a problem
Lil fuck boys don’t want no problems
Hating on me ’cause a nigga shining
Chain got the water, wet diamonds
Couldn’t get a bag with ’em
Now I’m touching bands on my own without ’em
All my hoes done got finer
Loud packs done got louder
Bust up like scarface
First you get the money then the power
Making racks every hour
Real nigga, never been a coward
I got the juice like Bishop
Call my haters up if there’s a issue
Ain’t shit for me to push up on you
Set check you with the pistol
In the kitchen with the cook up
Residue on the dishes
Garbage bag full of money
Counting hundreds up, getting to the riches

[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

[Verse 1]
My eyelash flew off
When I saw that dick was too soft (What the fuck?)
Need a dick like Rick Ross
Or Dora the Explorer get lost
Get in my zone, I’m ass naked at home
He knowin’ just when I’m on
I post it up like Malone
Get so much neck, it’s wrong
That I should smell like cologne
Swallow this dick, it’s gone
He’s searching for it on Chrome

[Verse 2]
This pussy have yo’ nigga leavin’ you hurt (Uh-huh)
Make him step out on you like phones ringin’ at church (He gone)
At The Drake Hotel so you know we on dirt
Call it “Views from The Six” when he lookin’ up my skirt (Uh)
Roses are red, violets are blue
All about the head like I’m in beauty school (Uh-huh)
I said roses are red, might turn your balls blue
‘Cause if it ain’t enough spit then my snot comin’ through
Sex occasion, nipples like raisins
I black out on that dick but my cum is caucasian
Told me to face it, went down like the basement
Don’t nut in my hole, I do not want your glazin’
Suckin’ on that dick made my lipstick slip off (Uh)
So can I wear your cum as clear lipgloss? (Uh)
Make you work that dick like I’m the big boss (Uh)
Call me Serena back and forth with his balls

[Verse 3]
Wanna fuck another girl, nigga are you dumb? (Dummy)
I’m a Gemini so that’s really a threesome (Yeah)
Rubbin’ on your dick ’til my fingers numb
Big pussy, it don’t come with a cherry, I got a plum (Ooh)
Yeah, daddy, daddy, yeah I like it like that (I do)
I’m hittin’ more positions than Ray J hat
I’m ridin’ on your dick ’til your dick get a flat
I’m ’bout to lay your ass down like a fuckin’ door mat (Uh-huh)
Peanut butter jelly all in my belly-belly
Rated R, no Kelly
Ate his meat like a deli
Don’t moan, you can spare me
‘Cause your breath kinda smelly
Yeah, my pussy always screamin’ “it’s hot in here” like Nelly
Throw up on that dick then I lick it up
Poor kitty-kitty but I’m rich as fuck
Magician with the titties, told him pick a cup
I got that pothole pussy, yeah the dick was stuck

[Chorus]
She’s capsizing and the sea keeps rising and my kneecaps start to shake
If I can’t save us, will the sea come take us when the whitecaps start to break?
Women and children
First sight of the new world

[Post-Chorus]
We tried a lot, she cried a lot
She said the struggle is no more
We act the part, I cracked her heart
Am I still one of the good ones?
(That’s a good one)

[Verse 1]
You wanna brawl and crawl back into bed
But I can’t move at all, I’m stalled and in my head
I’m out here playin’ dead, we are not fit to duel
Our parents gave us different pistols, taught us different rules
Your father was cruel, this man you resent
Is despite your best intentions what I represent
I say it isn’t right, you say you always right
Be prepared to fight (Be prepared to fight)

[Chorus]
She’s capsizing and the sea keeps rising and my kneecaps start to shake
If I can’t save us, will the sea come take us when the whitecaps start to break?
Women and children
First sight of the new world

[Post-Chorus]
The taste of cocaine
Dixieland of pain, King James, Frank Ocean, and Boy Scouts
History’s strange, rearranged plays
(James Franco, take it, missed it now)
(That’s a good one)

[Verse 2]
It’s sick, the way we fight and spit
Somehow we find each other even when we’re trying to quit
‘Cause right behind our shit we like each other quite a bit
But I might admit, it’s pitiful the way the line was split
A hundred thousand years and we’re still trying to find the clit
But we don’t have an ending yet we get to write the script
It isn’t gonna do to move our lips, we prove it with the chips

[Chorus]
She’s capsizing and the sea keeps rising and my kneecaps start to shake (Women and children)
If I can’t save us, will the sea come take us when the whitecaps start to break? (Women and children)
She’s capsizing and the sea keeps rising and my kneecaps start to shake (Women and children)
If I can’t save us, will the sea come take us when the whitecaps start to break? (Women and children)

[Outro]
First sight of the new world
First sight of the new world
First sight of the new world
First sight of the new world